[wolviesdoll]

ꕀ esmeralda 𓂃⊹ she/her. nineteen. mexican. bisexual. arctic monkeys, djo & sabrina carpenter enjoyer. jason todd's girl, miguel o'hara's angel, logan howlett's doll, nanami's wife. multifandom final boss.

۪ ݁ 𝜗𝒞 ⎯⎯ masterlist. tags. 18+ account.

[wolviesdoll]

"something is rotten inside of me / i have to find it and cut it out" is such a jason coded lyric

[wolviesdoll]

the people (me) needed more clark kent scenes in superman (2025)

[wolviesdoll]

clark kent who's favorite part of sex is the aftercare

he's passionate in bed, the kind of guy who makes love and takes his time. large hands wandering across your body with the softest touch for a man so strong. he's thorough and puts your pleasure above his, a completely selfless lover. he'd spend hours between your legs before he even considers himself, doing it out of pure enjoyment and love for you. his attentiveness carries through when you're spent and sore. once he pulls away — because he needs to be as physically close to you as possible when you're being so intimate — he's quick to kiss over the loving marks he left behind.

those same capable hands start gently rubbing at your thighs, working out the ache and making sure you won't be too sore in the morning. he cleans you up with a warm washcloth, his touch feather light when you're all sensitive. he whispers praise like you're a divinity he's meant to worship. murmurs of "i love you" and "you did so well for me" along with other variations, anything that he has to tell you. if you're up for it, he'll carry you bridal style to the bathroom for a warm bath where he'd wash you with care.

he'd end the night where it started: in bed tangled up with you. he'd like to be skin to skin once more, he feels closest to you that way. big arms wrapped around you as he kept you close, stroking your back as he talked to you softly. all the while he couldn't wipe the fond smile off his ridiculously handsome face.

[belovedinfidels]

superman/clark kent smut thoughts

clark kent is probably the most respectful lover of all time. he's attentive, caring and fully understands and listens to your boundaries. you haven't ever felt like an object in his presence. he oogles you, sure, but he does it in such a boyish, bashful way as to be completely disarming most of the time. he's quick to blush and fast to gain a stutter. it will surprise you to learn that he is capable of superhuman strength, for he can be so gentle. it will amaze you, how soft he can stroke, how careful he is to hold you in hands and arms and to kiss you.

he's human in a lot of ways: he's got a 9 to 5, empathy, anger, love. he has meltdowns and sleeps in and stumbles over his words. he's awkward in elevators and doesn't look like he's ever quite figured out what to do with his tall body in a chair. he also likes sex in the most human of ways: intimate, close, long, passionate, messy, awkward. he likes entering you and watching your mouth form into an 'o.' he likes when you tell him more, when you take charge and grind your hips into his with such confidence he's convinced it is you who is the superhuman. he likes the way your body contorts and moves: the curve of your spine as you arch, the way your cheeks hollow as you take him in your mouth, the way your stomach sucks in as you draw in a breath of sheer pleasure, and the way it relaxes naturally after you've cum.

he's broken your bed and built you a new one and apologized over and over again as he built it, even though you laughed and laughed and told him you didn't like that one anyway. he isn't always the best at dirty talk. he kisses your teeth on accident and bumps your heads together and gets so lost in fucking you he accidentally slips out some times. he has cummed faster that he'd like at times. but he always makes sure you cum and you laugh. he doesn't ever just fuck you; you fuck each other, mutually.

he eats you out a lot. he likes when you bunch up his hair in your hands and moan and the way you arch into his face. he likes taking your ass in his big hands and pushing you closer to his mouth. he likes when your slick is all over his lips and nose, and he likes the way you kiss him hungrily after, sharing the taste of you.

he likes missionary sex but he's also fond of doggy style and cowgirl and any of the other sex positions you attempt. none of them denote having a lesser connection with you to him. when he's in you and you're pressed against him, he is present with you. he can hear you. he can hold you and feel the vibration of your voice. he can shut his eyes and listen to your whimpers. if he can't always see your face, that's not a complete loss for him. his five senses are elevated and by god, he's gonna use them during sex with you.

he likes you in lingerie (it makes him blush and go soft in the eyes, appreciative in the best of ways) but he also has a fondness for you in the panties you wear when you think no one is going to see them. the underwear you bought so you could wear pads to bed on your period--what some may call granny panties--paired with a night shirt so baggy you can't tell you're any shape at all are some of his favorites. its easy to pull over your head and get his hands beneath.

[dhazefawn]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𓈒 𝅄 ✶ ۪ ݁ w/ the BAT-BOYS𓈒

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𝅄 ꒰ ⌕ ꒱ ۪ ݁ After being a brat all day, you send them pictures wearing lingerie, while they are out on patrol𓈒 ݁ ۪ ୧

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︩︪ ׅnotes𓈒⠀i’ve been working on this for two whole days. i loved every second of it but dear god did i give my sweat and blood for it. there are every reaction of the boys to the pictures also in phone text for alongside text id. hope you all enjoy!⠀ꞌꞋ ࣪

𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : links𓈒　　mlist　　rules𓈒 ୧

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𓏲𓏲⠀.. You’ve been a tease all day— pulling every trick in the book just to get a reaction out of your boyfriend. In the early hours of the mornings you didn’t let him go— clinging to him to make him stay in bed, while your touch turns from innocent to something a little more wicked. He’d warn you— hushed whispers by your ear telling you that you were playing with fire. You didn’t care. You wanted to touch that fire and feel it on your skin. That’s what landed you in this situation. ✶

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It was already evening— the time to curl up with your sweet boyfriend on the couch, watching the shows on the screen in front of you, while the two of you exchanged nothing but sweet nothings and soft touches.

That was the norm for most evenings, but not this one. You had a different plan for this evening. Jason would go out for patrol soon. He liked to make these moments right before he left just a little more special. While that was sweet of him, this time you craved more.

You made sure to show him that. Even now, when the two of you are curled on the couch together, you moved a little closer. Jason instinctively gives you more space, opening his arms and wrapping you in his hold. He doesn’t even notice what you’re planning.

You shuffle even closer, moving yourself on his lap. In response he lets out a choked breath he can’t hold back. Maybe he thinks you won’t notice. But you do. He moves on the couch, trying to make the two of you more comfortable.

You’re almost annoyed. Jason will never assume anything you do is seducing him unless you spell it out for him, after that he’s putty in your hands— eyes glossed over and knuckles white, wanting more and more of you.

You just need to try harder, tease him even more.

You squirm on his lap. You can feel his chest rise with every unsteady breath. You could turn around— see how affected he is by the look in his eyes. But you can feel how he hardens against you and that’s all the reassurance you need.

You push even more— while moving on his lap, your hand drifts across the exposed skin of his arms, mindlessly tracing shapes on the surface.

The dam finally breaks. His hands land on your hips, their firm touch hold you down. That just makes you feel how affected he is even more. You turn to face Jason. A truly wonderful sight awaits you.

His brows are furrowed. There is a small pout on his lips. Just like always, his eyes are glossed over, trained on you. There’s a silent question in them. His fingers dig into the plush skin of your hips and in response you grind even harder— he almost moans at the movement, but the sound gets stuck in his throat— only a choked whimper leaves his mouth.

“What are you up to, pretty?” He asks, one brows raised.

He keeps his firm hold on you, as if to tame you— for his sake, and yours as well. You know if you continue to tease him like this, all it would take for him to flip you over on this very couch and take you there is only your consent to do so— only a few words— ‘I want you.’

“Nothing.” You hum in response, the feather-light touch on his arm rises, reaching his chest. “Can’t we have a little fun?”

He chuckles, the sound akin to a melody to your ears. Jason moves against the couch, giving you more space to settle on his lap. You move your legs so now you’re straddling him. Your hands still stay on his chest. He’s opened himself up to you. By instinct.

“I think you want more than a little fun.” He murmurs while his hand leaves your hip and settles on the back of your neck.

He guides you to present the surface of your neck to him. You tilt your head. His lips softly settle on the sensitive skin. You can feel every tender kisses he leaves on your pulse. Every little kiss has you melting in his hold.

“I want to have fun too. Unfortunately, I have to go out for patrol.” He says with one final kiss on your neck.

“You’re no fair. Leaving me with only kisses.”

The pout on your lips makes him laugh. He tilts his head, eyes locked on your figure on his lap. You can tell he wants more. You can even feel that he wants more— his dick is still hard underneath you. Every time you move you can feel his hips thrust up slightly. He wants this just as much as you do.

“You’re such a brat— a needy brat.”

“Well, this ‘needy brat’ wants to spend a very long night with their oh-so sweet boyfriend.”

He shifts his hands beneath your thighs. You tilt your head in question at his touch. Suddenly, he’s lifting you up while he sits up. The way Jason can manhandle you in any position makes you crave him even more. Your wrap around him even tighter by instinct, trying to savor the feel of his body against yours.

“You’ll have to be patient, pretty. Then you will have me all to yourself.”

That conversation was a few hours ago. Jason has been out on patrol and you have been left unsatisfied, needy on the bed you share with your boyfriend. You keep thinking of him. His hands on your hips and thighs; his eyes— so telling of how much he needs you.

You need him too, just as much he needs you. Why not send him a little present while he’s away? Just to remind him what he’s got waiting for him at home. The pretty red lingerie you bought a few days ago just to wear for him would be perfect for this.

Red is his color, no?

It takes a few minutes to finally to put on the lacy fabric— the way it flows around your body is downright sinful. For a moment you thing this might be a little too much.

Then you decide against that train of thought and start taking pictures— on the bed; in front of the mirror; on your knees— all just for your sweet boyfriend.

You sent the pictures and waited for a response.

[Text ID: Jason: “you just couldn’t wait until i got home.” Reader: “just sending you a little something to keep you company.” Jason: “you really are a tease tonight.” Reader: “only for you.” Jason: “let’s see if you’ll keep up with that attitude when i actually get home.” Reader: “all talk. waiting for you to prove it.” Text ID end.]

You turn off your phone, satisfied with yourself. You’ve successfully teased your boyfriend all day, and probably made him hard while he’s out there on the streets of Gotham fighting god knows who. You rummage the closet, looking for one of his shirts to wear to sleep. After finding it, you settle on the bed, the soft sheets lulling you to sleep.

It’s only after a few hours of sleep you hear the window of the bedroom open. You know it’s him— you can recognize his quiet steps and shuffle of his leather jacket anywhere. You pretend to be asleep, trying best to hide the growing smirk on your face.

“I know you’re awake, pretty.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice. He moves closer to you. You can feel how the bed creaks under his weight. Suddenly, there’s not enough oxygen in the air.

You’re in for a long night.

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Dick has always been so sweet to you— bordering on his affections being saccharine, something that makes your teeth ache with how tender every touch and word of his is. You know he’d give you anything you ask him. All he wants is to please you.

His eagerness makes teasing him even more entertaining. You know there’s a line you can cross— when he’ll turn the tables on you. Suddenly, you’ll be the one begging for him to touch you, to unravel you with his fingers and tongue— you’ll beg for all of him. You’re sure he gets off on your neediness. You’ll have to find a way to balance the scales. The first move is to catch him off guard.

Dick is currently in the kitchen, mindlessly humming the song that has been stuck in his head this week. His attention is on the cookie batter in front of him. He insisted to bake for you tonight before he left for patrol. You almost feel bad about what you’re about to do. He seems so caught up with his mission to bake for you.

But you need something else from him. You move to the kitchen. Dick notices you immediately. He only turns his head slightly your way.

“Hi, lovely! I’m sorry, I have to go out before I finish baking.” He’s so enthusiastic to see you. He immediately points to the batter. “Came here for a taste?”

Oh, you did come here for a taste. Just not the one he thinks. You’re sure his taste would be more delightful on your tongue.

“It’s alright. I can take it from here.” You tell him, approaching him from behind and wrapping your arms around him.

He melts into your touch. His back settles against your chest. You trail kisses along the exposed skin of his neck. You can feel how his spine straightens. You hum against his neck, still leaving soft kisses.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He asks with a shaky voice.

“Want me to stop?”

He looks over his shoulder at you and you see the frown on his face.

Cute.

He tilts his neck to give you better access, eyes locked on you. His hands lay on your hands that are currently still wrapped around him.

“I didn’t say that.”

You smile against his neck. He preens at the sensation. You continue your kisses, getting a taste of him against your tongue. You savor it all. His taste, sounds and the small ways he tries to move closer to you.

You want to push a little more. Let’s see how much more you can do before he actually flips the tables on you.

You free your hands from his. He notices the absence of your touch. His eyes find yours again with a silent question in them. You just smirk as an answer. He raises a brow and a similar smirk forms on his lips.

Your hands drift lower and lower. You can see how the smirk grows even bigger on his lips. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes. Your hands settle on his sweatpants, fingers tease the waistband— tugging the fabric and tracing the exposed skin beneath with your fingers.

You can hear him laugh.

Maybe you’ve already crossed the line.

“Now you’re just being a brat, lovely.”

It takes him only a second to switch the position the two of are in. Suddenly he isn’t the one cornered against the kitchen counter— it’s you. He’s flipped you from behind him and pushed your front to the cool marble surface.

You squirm in his hold— more firm than your own when you had him in your arms.

“Two can play this game, lovely. But I play it much better.” He whispers, his lips close to your ear.

Dick leaves a single kiss on your pulse point on your neck before returning your ear. He nicks your earlobe and you let out a small yelp. Your body moves on its own, slightly bending over against the counter and grinding against him.

You hear him groan behind you, an amused chuckle following.

“You just had to get a taste. Couldn’t wait until after patrol. You’re all bark, aren’t you? No bite.”

“Shut up—”

The words die on your tongue as you feel him push himself even closer to you. You can feel how hard he is against you. You whimper at the sensation. You try and grind against him but he stops you by the firm hold on your hip.

“Not yet. You’ve been a brat. You have to earn it.”

“But you’ll be gone for hours!”

“You can wait right, baby?”

He asks you in the softest voice you’ve ever heard. That’s the most infuriating and intoxicating thing about all of this. He has you bent over the kitchen counter, his dick already hard against your ass and somehow he still denies you. He knows you’re drunk on his touch and as a punishment for being a ‘brat’, he’s teasing you back.

The hours after he leaves for patrol are agonizing. You toss and turn in the bed. The sheets are too hot on your skin. You’d rather have something else on your skin— or someone else.

Unfortunately, Dick decided to punish you by leaving you high and dry by going on patrol. You know he’s affected by tonight as well, but he still has a way of making you the needy mess. He said he played this game better than you did. Let’s see if he’ll keep up this confidence after the little present you plan on sending his way.

Blue light be his color, but it always looked good on you as well. Especially when it’s the lacy and intricate fabric hugging your body. Sending the pictures were easy. You know he’d be even more affected after this.

[Text ID: Dick: “is this payback?” Reader: “you're the one who said you played this game better. i like proving you wrong.” Dick: “you really are all bark. will you be this eager when i get back? or will you melt in my hands just like before i left?” Reader: “keep thinking that.” Dick: “i am thinking of all the ways i'll get you begging. you don't have to remind me, lovely.” Text ID end.]

You spend the next hours in a haze. Your mind keeps imagining Dick— what he’ll do when he returns; what he will say; how he’ll handle you. Curse him and the hold he has over you.

You’re settled comfortably in bed, almost asleep when you hear footsteps approaching the bed. You didn’t even hear the window creak open. In the dark you can make out the blue of his suit. You don’t even have the time to close your eyes to pretend to he asleep, he’s already right next to you, hovering over your figure.

“Don’t pretend to be asleep, lovely. Prove that you have the bite.”

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There’s something mesmerizing about how Tim gets ready for patrol. It’s a routine he’s repeated almost every night. You’ve grown used to seeing him hunched over a desk, cleaning his weapons and going over the patrol route for the third time.

You like to watch him when he does all of this. His brows are furrowed, concentration evident on his face. His lips thin every time his fingers graze another one of his supplies. You do love his hands when they’re handling something. Especially when they’re handling you.

Unfortunately, tonight you aren’t receiving that attention from him. Tim is in another world right now, too far away to grasp how much you need him. You hear him hum in concentration. He flips a dagger in his hands, eyes locked on it.

You might actually be jealous of a dagger. Time to fix your problem.

You waste no time approaching him. Tim is used to your presence— he doesn’t even look behind to sense you walking over. Instead he leans on the chair’s back, as if he’s trying to maneuver closer to you. He’s sweet. But you need more than that right now.

When you reach him, your hands settle on his shoulders. You can feel him already preen at your touch. He lets out a small satisfied sound at the feel of your fingers against his shoulders.

You know he’s stressed most of the time— knots tangle themselves up underneath his skin and he can’t ask for help, or won’t allow himself that short reverie. But you— as his partner— take it up on yourself to help him unwind.

Your fingers push a little deeper. Tim tilts his head to give you more access. You peek over and see how he closes his eyes in pleasure of the feeling.

“Feels good?” You ask, even though you already now the answer to your question.

He hums as a yes, a small smile appearing on his face. “Feels very good. But why now?”

Nothing gets past him. Sometimes you want to curse his beautiful and genius brain. Your fingers trace circles on his skin, trying to untangle every knot. You feel him getting even more distracted. He’s leaning into your touch, searching for the pleasure only you can give him.

“Can’t I just make my boyfriend feel good for a little while?”

“I think you want to do more than just ‘making me feel good for a little while.’”

Tim tilts his head up, looking right at you. His eyes unravel every string of confidence you had just a few moments ago. You can feel the way your cheeks heat up. You’re sure he can notice how affected you are as well.

There’s a satisfied smile on his stupidly pretty face. You wish you could wipe it off of him, turn the tables on him for once.

Maybe you can.

Your hands drift from his shoulder, one settling on his jaw and another on his cheek— holding him in place. You see the way he licks his lips, almost in anticipation.

“You want a kiss?”

Tim raises a brow, as if offended you’d ask him that.

“What? You’re going to make me beg for it?” He quips, challenging you to push back.

You know how this will go. You might have him in your hands right now, looking up at you with those glossed over and wanting eyes, but he can play the long game a lot better than you.

“You’re such an ass—”

“You were literally desperate for my affections not even a second ago.” He interrupts your little tantrum. “Are you mad it didn’t go your way, baby?”

“Shut up. Don’t you have some equipment to show more attention to than you show me?” You huff, hands settling on your hips.

He laughs at the pout on your lips. Smug bastard— a pretty bastard— but still.

“Don’t be a brat and I’ll give you all the kisses you want. After patrol, alright?”

That’s how you ended up here— on the bed and utterly alone, missing your boyfriend and his stupid kisses. He’s probably out there smug, satisfied with the fact that he’s got you all needy and wanting for him.

You have to fire back somehow— show him what he’s missing.

You did get a new lingerie set a few days ago. It was supposed to be a surprise, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Right now, you need him to be the desperate one, not you. The pictures you sent will have him just as needy as you. You’re sure of that.

[Text ID: Tim: “all you’re doing is showing me how much you need me.” Reader: “don't act too cocky. i can keep myself company.” Tim: “sure. while thinking of me right? leaving me on read isn't going to make me thing otherwise.” Text ID end]

You go to bed even more frustrated. He’s right and you know it. You could only get off when you’re thinking of him— pretty and long hands, skilled with how they unravel you; prettier eyes that lock on you and analyze your every expression filled with pleasure. God curse him and his stupidly pretty face.

You spend the next few hours like this, needy for him. In the dark of the bedroom, you hear the door creak open. You know it’s him— you can feel that it is him. Your body instinctively grows hotter in response to his presence. You try and pretend to be asleep, but nothing could get past him.

Tim laughs, so free and satisfied.

“You thought you could tease me like that and I’d return begging for you? I know you aren’t asleep. I’ve got to teach you a few lessons you’ve seem to forgotten.”

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Over the course of your relationship with Duke, you’ve learned that he is very kind— so eager to please and give, whatever it takes for you to be happy. Every satisfied smile you give him is a reward to him. All he wants to do is to make you happy.

He’s right in front of you right now, searching for his misplaced helmet. He has to be out for patrol in about an hour and he desperately needs that helmet.

You feel a little guilty. You’re searching right alongside him. But most of your attention is on his face— the concentration on his face; the way his pretty eyes dart across the room, a shining glint in them— basically, Duke is gorgeous, and you’re having trouble concentrating.

“Babe, have you found it yet? There’s no luck on my end.” He says, still looking around the room.

You’re really starting to feel the guilt. He needs his helmet and you’re too busy checking him out. He’s taken over your mind and you can barely even pay attention to your surroundings. That’s what makes you almost trip over something. You look down and see a flash of yellow near your feet.

Duke’s helmet.

You pick it up, excited to show it to him. Suddenly, a devious idea forms in your mind. Truly, an evil little idea. You could keep the helmet hostage just for a little while. Just for a minute. Duke could get it back. Maybe with a little kiss?

You find him still rummaging around the apartment you two share for his helmet. His eyes lock on you instantly, the light in them glowing a little brighter. There’s an equally bright smile on his face.

“Hi, baby. Did you find it?”

“Yes, I did!” You proudly show of his helmet, the triangle eyes of it staring right at him.

Oh, right. The plan.

“I would be lost without you.” He moves closer. “Thank you for finding it.”

“Wait just a second!”

He blinks, eyes growing a little wider. The smile is still on his face. He tilts his head, the confusion seeping onto his face.

“What’s wrong?”

God, you do feel actually guilty for this. But you desperately need him, so you have to do this.

“I’m not giving you the helmet.” You say, trying to fake the confidence and holding the helmet close to your chest.

He smiles even wider. He’s really pretty when he does that. You tell yourself to focus, to stay strong against your boyfriend and his disarmingly charming smiles.

“Why not, baby?”

“Give me a kiss or two and I might return it.”

“Might?”

“Yes. I might deem you worthy of returning the helmet to you. Actually, make that three kisses.”

He chuckles, the smile reaching his eyes. He moves a little closer and you can feel your knees weaken. He doesn’t even know how much sway he was over you.

“You drive a hard bargain, babe.”

“The kisses, Thomas. Or no helmet.”

He narrows his eyes at you, but the smile doesn’t leave his face. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes. You want to look inside his beautiful mind and figure out what he’s planning.

“So, you’re holding my helmet hostage for a few kisses?”

“Yes, I am. Make your choice, pretty boy.”

“I think you’re just being a brat.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “Want a kiss? Ask for it properly.”

It’s now your turn to narrow your eyes at him, but in annoyance. He’s playing you, and you know it. Unfortunately for him, you’re stubborn and not giving in. You stomp your foot on the floor and hug the helmet closer to your chest.

“You won’t hear me begging. Good luck with that.”

“Really? Not even when I do this?”

“Do what?—”

Suddenly you feel his hands on your waist. They wrap around you and you instinctively melt in his hold. He feels so warm. You want to stay in his arms forever and never leave. He locks his eyes on you.

“Hi.” He mutters, a playful grin on his lips. “Am I getting my helmet back?”

“I already said—”

He must have a talent for getting you to shut up. He leaves a little kiss on your cheek, lips warm against your skin and his hand cupping your cheek. The small piece of his affection already has you going limp in his hands. You don’t even notice how his hand drifts closer to his helmet and how he quickly snatches it away from you.

“Hey! Give that back!” You exclaim, but no matter how much you squirm, he keeps you in his hold and the helmet away from your hands.

“Thought you’d give me the helmet back if I gave you a kiss.”

“You know I didn’t mean a kiss on the cheek!”

“So you didn’t like it?”

“I didn't say that…”

He lets you go from his hold. He slips the helmet on, finally ready to go out on patrol.

“Trust me, I’ll come home and I’ll kiss you senseless.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure.”

“Hey.” He clicks his tongue. “Gorgeous, I’m not lying.”

You smile at him one last time and he’s already out of your apartment for patrol. You spend the next few hours waiting for him to return so he can follow up on his promise. Your mind is already going wild with every scenario that could play out.

Would he kiss you first? What would he do next? Would he finally untangle the knot that has been burning inside of you this entire night? Duke is someone who loves to give at heart, especially when it comes to you. He’d be good to you, right?

Why not speed up that process— give him something to look forwards to?

You have that lingerie you bought just to show off to him. The ivory one with the small and intricate sun rays sewn in with a lighter cream color. He’d like that little surprise, right?

Only one way to find out.

[Text ID: Duke: “is this just for me?” Reader: “for who else, sunshine?” Duke: “You're driving me crazy.” Reader: “that’s the whole point.” Duke: “does the fabric have little sun rays on it baby?” Reader: “come home soon and find out.” Text ID end.]

You feel satisfied enough, happy even— you’ve successfully teased your boyfriend so much that he’s probably rushing to come home. You settle on the soft sheets of the bed and wait for his arrival, drifting in and out of sleep as you do so.

It only takes a hour or two for Duke to come back. He opens the door to the bedroom gently, careful not to frighten you. You’re awake, of course. You’ve been waiting for him all night. But you don’t plan on giving in that easily. You keep your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

“Don’t pretend with me, baby.” His voice is saccharine sweet. “I know you’re awake.”

He sits right by your side, his hand touching the exposed skin of your shoulder above the sheet.

“I wonder if you’re still wearing that lingerie. Don’t you want to give me a show?”

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[wolviesdoll]

jason is so work song by hozier coded

[cremebrueli]

propaganda i will always fall for: jason todd is a girl dad

[wolviesdoll]

Omg hi mutuallll 💕

hi new moot !!! i've been hoping some spn moots so im v happy rn :))

[wolviesdoll]

jason who drives fast but never when you're passenger. not that he's a careless driver normally, he just cares much more about what could happen to you than what could happen to him. normally he's the type who accidentally runs a red light because he misjudged the distance and thought he could pass a yellow. maybe he's went over a couple curbs here and there when turning, and maybe his stops aren't the smoothest either. what could he say? it's not like he ever took a drivers ed class. however, when his everything is sitting right next to him, how could he not be careful? he's slowing down into his stops, eases into his turns, and doesn't speed before the yellow light could turn red. he takes passenger princess literally in the way he makes sure you're comfortable and cared for.

he was much more precautious about his motorcycle. jason hesitated for months to finally let you on. he originally wasn't going to let you on at all, but unfortunately for him, he's susceptible to your pleading and gave in eventually. he gave you a lecture about the proper clothes and making sure your helmet was on at all times beforehand, setting a clear rule that could not be broken. there's nothing he's more serious about than your safety. he keeps your arms wrapped around his torso and gently taps your thigh when he feels you're not hugging him tight enough. he even got a custom helmet made to fit you perfectly, despite him rarely letting you join him. that's not to say he doesn't like it when you're with him. he likes feeling you behind him, likes the way your hair is tousled by the wind and helmet combo. but best of all he likes the way you smile afterward, a toothy grin with stars in your eyes and adrenaline still coursing through your veins. he loves making you happy most of all, and if a late night ride on his motorcycle does the trick, he can be persuaded.

[babeitaintme]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥❀࿐ OUR HOUSE IS A VERY FINE HOUSE (jason todd x reader) just a couple ramblings related to living with jason :) somewhat suggestive at the end?

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♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚JASON TODD was initially apprehensive of moving in with you. not because of you or because of your relationship, but because of himself. he couldn't help the guilt that ate away at him anytime he'd think about how he could be exposing you to danger by becoming so closely intertwined with your life. however, you weren't having it. with your constant reassurance and insistence on you guys new living situation being beyond ideal, jason eventually found himself settling into a life of domesticity.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ there was no denying that you were easily influenced and just as easily convinced that if someone else could do it, you can too. which is why you and your boyfriend found yourselves in a home depot on some random tuesday carefully inspecting the variety of backsplash options they offered. "babe, do we really need to do our own kitchen backsplash? I think the plain white wall is perfectly fine." jason said, raising a brow as he sifted through the options that mimicked exposed brick. you turned to him immediately, “absolutely not. i saw a girl on tiktok do it and it only took her an hour to do her whole kitchen—what do you think of cobblestone?” jason would be lying if he said he understood your ways, but he would do anything to make his girl happy.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is a sucker for seeing you guys’ stuff together. there’s no denying the way his heart swells when he’s brushing his teeth in the morning and catches a glimpse of your expensive electric toothbrush next to his basic red and white one. or the way he can’t help but smile when he’s on his way out the door and sees his large boots next to your much smaller beat-up converses that he’s been meaning to replace for you. it’s all reminders to him that he belongs here, with you, by your side.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ JASON TODD is also, unashamedly, a homebody. you’ve begun to lose count of the amount of times you’ve suggested you guys go out to some restaurant or cafe for a date but somehow found yourself wrapped up in his arms on the couch. not that you’re complaining—your favorite place to be is anywhere that jason is—but it never fails to amaze you how he manages to trick you out of going out each time. your boyfriends preference for staying home becomes even more prevalent whenever you do wind up leaving the house. you’ll be seated at a table in some restaurant downtown when all of a sudden jason begins to gently tap his foot against your calf under the table or slightly squeeze your hand. you give him a playfully stern glare before you allow him to call the waiter over for the check.

in short, jason’s really a big baby that would much rather be in bed holding you tightly against his chest as he reads to you or listens to you gossip instead of being in public.

♡ ̆̈✧˚ ⋆｡˚ upon officially living together, you discovered one of jason’s biggest secrets. he is a damn good cook. it was a gloomy day in the middle of one of the harshest winters you’d experienced. you woke up with a nasty cough accompanied by an even more repulsive pain in your throat. jason quickly checked your temperature, revealing an unsurprising 100°F/37°C. he immediately deemed you bed ridden and insisted on taking care of you for the entirety of your sickness. his first task was to make you a warm soup that would ease the pain in your throat. it was a simple noodle soup filled with vegetables and your choice of protein, but it was the best soup you’d ever tasted. he became bashful when you let out a groan of approval as you sipped directly from the bowl, “jay baby, this is the best thing i’ve ever put in my mouth”

[motelbabyydoll]

JASON TODD thinks he doesn’t know how to love, but…

a/n: I missed writing for my man!! Also, thank you for 600 followers I can't even begin to explain how sweet and welcoming this Tumblr community has been, I love u all! cw: mentions of sex, fluff, fem!reader

Jason Todd thinks he doesn’t know how to love, but when it's late at night and you're tired he'll undress you and take your make up off with gentle but clumsy hands. His eyes glued to your face like his life depended on it, like he needs to memorize it, engrave it in the back of his brain before you go away.

He thinks he doesn't know how to love but he never lets you walk on the side of the pavement closest to the road, always keeping a steady hand at your waist.

Jason Todd thinks he doesn't know how to love because he can't bring himself to say the words out loud, they catch in his throat, get jumbled up into a ball and come out weird. He fears if he says it out loud the spell will break, the bubble will burst, and you'll see something you won't like in him.

He makes up for it by showing you how much he loves you.

He memorizes your coffee order, knows exactly how cold it has to be before you ask for his jacket, and he gives it to you before you can even notice the discomfort; he knows each and every expression you make, can feel your gaze on him from the other side of the room, warm like a blanket, holding him tight like a boa constrictor, taking his breath away.

He thinks because he isn't saying it you won't notice, but you do. You notice how there's always flowers and coffee in his hands when he comes home too late in the morning, apologetic smile on his lips and a purple bruise blooming on his jawline.

You notice how the ac always works, no longer stops in the hottest days of the year, how the sink is no longer dripping in that constant manner, how you never register that you're feeling cold before he carefully drapes his jacket over your shoulders.

"Should've brought yours, told you it'd be cold, ma." He'd mumble, the twitching of his lips and the glint in his eyes betraying his annoyed expression.

Jason Todd thinks he doesn’t know how to love because he's surly and standoffish, sort of like a cat. His physical affection comes slowly at first, he tests the waters, proves to himself that you want to touch him as much as he wants to touch you. An arm slung over the back of a couch, fingers grazing your shoulders, the back of your neck; or maybe a hand on your thigh in the car, his eyes on the road but his mind on you, heart beating so fast he could have sworn you heard it.

His touch comes hand in hand with his trust, and once he's assessed you can be trusted his hands are on you constantly, eyes wide and filled with love as he looks up at you from in between your thighs, presses kisses up your legs and down your stomach.

He thinks he doesn't know how to love, but he touches you like you're holy, like you're made to be worshipped. He is enthralled by the way you pant when he's knuckles deep inside you, the way you arch your back and let out whiny breaths and broken moans, the way you call his name like a siren.

Jason Todd thinks he doesn’t know how to love because he's clumsy, tripping over his own two feet for his girl, but he doesn't know that's what love is about. It's the clumsiness, the blushing cheeks and brushing hands, the kisses with too much teeth and drool, the awkwardness, the 'lights on or off?' conversations.

Jason Todd thinks he doesn’t know how to love but you know better.

tags: @cherrycolaheartss @xoxorory @laceyfaeryy

[sugugori]

Jason who's favorite position is prone.

Don't get it wrong, he's a complete amateur when it comes to sex. The first time you two fucked, he cried. So this little discovery, it was an accident, truly. He didn't mean to get carried away but you were squeezing him so good, and the pretty sounds you were making had his knees giving out.

At first, he had you face down, feeding you those deep strokes, the kind that leaves you breathless. But then he began to move, pushing at the curves of your hips, then your spine, forcing you down until your tummy presses against the soft sheets. And he can't help it, naturally wherever you go, he follows. So he lays himself right on top of you, he's so big too. Big thighs cage around your ass, grinding real deep and slow. It’s downright sinful. Jason Peter Todd in all his 6'1 glory, smothering you against the mattress and it's like something inside him clicks. His mind won’t shut the hell up because suddenly, you’ve gone all soft and pliant, and he’s whispering real filthy, “just needed some good dick, huh?”

His mind is so fucked out, he hasn’t realized how good he’s been fucking you until he registers your squirming and soft whining beneath him. Sometimes he forgets how big he is, all of him. Because in this position, he basically kisses your cervix. He’s taking his time, it’s torturous, the slow drag of his hips, and the way he bullies his way back in- pushing up against that sweet spot that makes you cream.

He’s got his lips pressed against your ear, cooing and shushing you so sweetly when you say you can’t take it. One hand pushing past your hips to pet at your sensitive clit, and you paw at his wrist- a weak attempt at pushing him away. It’s too much, he’s too big and he’s talking so fucking nasty in your ear you just can’t take it.

But every time you try to shut your legs in protest, his thighs flex and his ankles lock around yours, easily pushing them back open. Wordlessly saying, “take it, take it, take it”.

And after fucking you through your third orgasm, this man has the audacity to blush. Shoving his face into your neck but at some point, his mind gets all hazy. He latches his canines onto your throat and you cum. Still fucking you through the mattress, he works you up to your fourth. Finally coming down, you sob out a half-hearted “mean”, but he doesn’t budge- just hushes you with a sickly sweet “did so good, baby”.

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[ciricearts]

sharing this one here too!!!<333

[wolviesdoll]

olivia wilde nodding to this

[plethorawrites]

I just keep thinking about Jason Todd who is terrified of commitment because he thinks everyone will leave him, finally finding someone who will stay. And how he'd sometimes wake up in the middle of the night or come home from work and feel himself relax with you in his sights and even more so in his arms.

He'd think back to lonely nights in a damp, cold safehouse, where the only sounds were the pipes dripping and only light was from his computer. Then compare it to now, where the loudest sound was your breathing, and the brightest light was the moon shining through the window because he'd finally stopped locking himself in a basement.

The place didn't smell of dirt or old takeout food, it smelled of cinnamon and your shampoo.

He wasn't going straight for his desk, still wearing his kevlar and boots, he was pulling them off the second he was home so he could crawl straight into bed with you. He wasn't sleeping with one, tattered blanket, that had holes from how hard he gripped it during nightmares.

He was sleeping while holding you, nuzzling his face against your neck, which made the nightmares fade or at least lessen. Laying there, comparing his past to his future he breathed without fear of anything aside from losing you.

He didn't know what would happen, but he knew for now, you were in his arms and he didn't need to hate his past or fear his future.

He just needed to hold you and breathe.

[ciricearts]

thanks for ur collaboration on my twitter post to theorize how hairy bruce was. a thesis with credits will be published soon

[wolviesdoll]

slobbing on it like crazy I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT.

[wolviesdoll]

shoutout to whoever originally made this only for it to then get reposted on pinterest 🗣️